Layover is the second book I’ve read by David Bell and both times I have been fully engrossed in the plot and the characters until halfway through the book. At that point, Bell loses me. For someone who reads as much as I do, I know that often there is a lull in the story line midway through, however, with Bell it generally revolves around the plot itself or the actual character. In Layover, the primary character “accidentally” meets a girl, a stranger, with whom he shares an instant connection and ultimately a kiss. She then tells him to forget he ever met it. Rather than going about his normal life, he pursues the woman and ends up in the middle of murder and mayhem. It was here that I lost interest. Following a woman through an airport is one thing. Following bread crumbs to her town, to her family in search of… what!? Who knows and then allowing oneself to become enveloped in their drama, including murder, is quite another thing entirely. I found it completely unbelievable. I finished it, barely, and would not have if it hadn’t been for review.